Only through stories from one person, I've heard bits and pieces about the version of you from my world. As I said, you were a symbol to them. The unfairness of the world, the folly of his ignorance, the proof that he wasn't mature enough to be on their own... you represented quite a lot to him over the years.

*There was no effort, now, to the warmth of his smile.*

I'm glad to meet you. You're more than what you mean to other people, after all.